one bit of good news

remove debris and deport from one side
for her garden, relocating the piles
in shadowed cesspool, a bonfire, a second

live-trap a dozen spewing squirrels

the as-yet unspecified glade
even without feathered friends
concentrates on the emerging line and shape

a full-time task
regarding implanted hierarchy

“Your generation just doesn’t know
how to have fun” and delight in

out of the house and about
so you’d admit nearing release
nearing an island

with us, the race to plant bulbs
would always have a late start

Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
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